Choose your own adventure in this incest laden game of fun!
This is a choose your own adventure story in the vein of those old Goosebumps books where it sent you from place to place based on your choices; but mine has 200% more sex.
You are AJ's cousin, invited to a family reunion with only one problem; it's a schoolnight! Can you sneak out, party all night, and pull off the greatest night of your life? Make your choices at the bottom of the page and try to have the best night possible.
Formatting this sucked and was a bitch and I never want to do it again.
It’s another beautiful day in Ponyville, and school has just let out for upper level colts. You file out with the other students, idly chatting with Scootaloo about the ball-bearings in her scooter; your wrench cutie mark is an apt fit for a magical-mechanism enthusiast such as yourself. You take a moment to Magically toss your books into your saddlebag, and nod satisfactorily to yourself before bidding Scoots goodbye and turn down the alleyways leading towards your house just off Sweet Apple Acres.
Meandering your way out of town, you take your time talking to Spike outside Sugar Cube corner--it’s a Thursday after all, and you did all your chores at home-- and you even stop in the local haberdashery to get yourself a nice new hat. The shadows are getting longer as you make your way out of town, briskly trotting past Sweet Apple Acres when suddenly you hear a voice.
”Well hey there cousin, sure is good to see you again!” You skid to a halt and turn to see Applejack smiling at you, her forelegs resting up on the fence along the road
”Hey Applejack!” You greet her warmly, always happy to see her around; you never really hurried to fix the apple cart when she asked you over, preferring to slack off and talk with her instead. “How goes the harvest?”
She gestures to the dozens of apple bushels behind her. “We’re all finished up, just having Big Mac load ‘em up on the cart now.” You start getting ready to go when she stops you. “Hey partner, we’re having a bit of a get-together tonight since the whole family is finished up with harvest. Most arrive by nine.” She kicks the dirt, tilting her head as she looks at you expectantly. Well, convincing your parents won’t be easy, but this sounds like fun, and by golly you deserve a break.
”Sure Applejack, I’ll be there!”
Applejack jumps the fence and gives you an affectionate nudge, the smell of applewood and perspiration flooding your nose as her mane sweeps your field of vision. After assuring you that she had kept you long enough, you bid Applejack farewell and head for home.
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Stepping inside, your mom asks the usual questions; how was school, learn anything new, the works. After grabbing a snack, you start up the stairs to your room, but pause. Tell your mom about the party, or resolve to find your own way there? You've been pretty good lately, and your grades have- well your grades could be better. And using your magic the other day to cause Diamond Tiara's chair to collapse upon her sitting there had cost you pretty dearly too. What do you do?
You step back into the kitchen and peer at your Mom, her attention focused on the bills she was reading over.
“Hey mom, I’ve, uh, I’ve been invited to a party…” You quickly cut yourself off as her eyes snap onto you like Velcro, her’s eyes lighting up as she looks at you with an infinitely unfathomable curiosity.
”Do tell.” You inform her about the party and who’ll be there, and as you trail off she continues to gaze at you with that intense mom-stare, the one that makes you realize that she knows more than you ever thought.
”What time is this at?” You wince.
”Er, Eleven.” She looks at you sternly, and you quickly think back to how good you’ve been over the past week. Misdeeds and good moments flash across your eyelids, and the wait is simply torturous as she mentally deliberates. Her lips part, and for a second the world is still.
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I decided to make this thing a 50-50 shot; look at the time, if the minute is odd then proceed to ...And Hanging Around
You've got this; best just to keep to yourself and see if you can sneak out. After all, you’re a resourceful guy, you can find your own way.
You head on upstairs and get your homework done before taking a shower, and then go downstairs to have dinner with your parents. You grab a seat, your dad clapping you on the back hard enough to crack your spine a little bit.
"How are you doin' my boy? Still gettin those good grades?" Your dad was a plow-puller for an apple farm up by way of Appleloosa, and he met your mom when she was called in to be architect of nearby guardhouse; they were an odd paring, but there was plenty of love there too. "I swear, if your grandpop could see you now working yer tail off with those train engines down by the yard he'd be singin' your praises from the mountaintops."
He then goes on to discuss the local harvest with gusto as your mom nods, and talks about her new project up by Canterlot that she has tomorrow; The main issue being that she'll have to get up at five in the morning. Suddenly, it clicks that this means they’ll both have to get up early, thus they’ll be turning in by eight tonight; SCORE!You clear your plate with ease and are excused, tossing your dishes in the sink and and heading up to your room until it’s time.
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You wait until they’re both asleep, and then slip out of your bed. You are in your room; an open window is on the eastern wall, and there is a tree a small distance out. Your door lies on the north side, by your magic books and hat. Your bed is at your back, holding one white sheet, one pillow, and one wadded up tissue from an earlier, uh, indiscretion..
"I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to say no. It is a school night after all.”
Your jaw drops, shoulders sagging as the rejection washes over you like a wave. "Awwww, come on Mom! I've been so good these past few days, and my grades are a little better..."
She simply shakes her head. "I'm sorry, but it's just a no. You've been falling asleep in class or just doodling engine parts according to Mrs. Cheerilee, and that tells me you need a full night's sleep."
Damn. You spend the rest of the day simmering, quietly keeping yourself occupied as you stew. You carry out the trash, do your homework while sullenly looking at your father for help.
"Sorry kid." He whispers, "but she's still on me about the last time we snuck out to share a hard cider."
You try to keep yourself occupied for the rest of the day before being called down to have dinner with your parents. "So now it looks like they're gonna have me up and plowin' that new plot of land out by Appleoosa." You father says, setting into his leek and watercress soup. He discusses the local harvest with gusto as your mom nods, and talks about her new project up by Canterlot, and how much of a drag it is to catch a taxi coach these days, an- Wait.
Suddenly it clicks that this means they’ll both have to get up early, thus they’ll be turning in by eight tonight; now you just need time to plan your escape. Finally you’re excused, and you immediately head up to your room, lying in the dark with your covers up high over your head. Your mom checks in on you and says goodnight, and you say it back to her robotically, listening for the telltale sound of a squeaking mattress that means Mom is in bed.
The squeak is heard. Ten minutes pass. It's go time.
You slip out of your bed. You are in your room; an open window is on the eastern wall, and there is a tree a small distance out. Your door lies on the north side, by your magic books and hat. Your bed is at your back, holding one white sheet, one pillow, and one wadded up tissue.
How do you proceed?
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You are in your room; an open window is on the eastern wall, and there is a tree a small distance out. Your door lies on the north side, by your magic books and hat. Your bed is at your back, holding one white sheet, one pillow, and one wadded up tissue from an earlier, uh, indiscretion..
Whirling around, you grab your book of magic and begin to knot your sheets into a rope, slipping off your pillowcase and tying that on as well to get a bit more reach. You step over to the window the sheet held fast by your tail as you line up your shot. The first attempt falls just into the leaves, and as you pull back the crackle of snapping branches puts you on high alert. Checking the door constantly, you pull back and line up your shot again. This shot flies true, and you manage to wedge the knot at the tip of the pillowcase right into a little crook.
Stepping up to the ledge of your window, you brace yourself and jump.
Holding onto the sheet for dear life, you swing wide and out in a huge circle around the tree, and you either have to keep holding on or let go and hope you stick the landing.
Heading for the door, you grab your hat and comb your mane a little, excited to feel like a real grown-up part of the family. You're just about to reach through the door when suddenly it begins.
-Whump. Whump. Whump.-
What the hell is that? Pressing an ear to the door, you strain to make out what lies on the other side. You hear a mix of squeaking and soft thuds, punctuated b-by uh...
Oh god, your parents are having sex in their room, right next to you. Opening the door, you step outside and begin to make your way out, timing your footfalls with the percussive noise your your parents getting it on a grimace plastered across your face. You quickly step your way down the stairs and get the hell out of there, trotting off towards Sweet Apple Acres at Mach speeds.
You cling to the rope for dear life as you swing, each circle feeling a little tighter as you begin to fret and try to jump, only to find that your hoof has become ensnared in the knot. your momentum carries you closer and closer to the center.
"Fuck." You whisper, just as your face collides with a very hard and very roughly barked tree.
~
Your parents found you the next day, unconscious and bloody faced. And you got your ass grounded.
Sorry! (I had to put in one of those cheap-ass Goosebumps dead ends) Try again.
You let go and for a second you lilt upwards and feel--for a brief instant--perfectly weightless. Then you recognize that the ground is rushing up fast, and in a split second reaction you put your front hooves out, land, spring back up and land on all four legs.
"Oh holy shit." You mutter, and you take a moment's pause to hide in the hydrangeas and catch your breath. This is going to make for such a great story to tell Scoots. Getting up, you straighten your hat and brush the dirt off your coat before setting off at a brisk trot for Sweet Apple Acres.
"I suppose I can let you go this once dear," She smiles as your face lights up in an irrepressible grin. "Just be good, okay?"
"I will Mom, thank you thank you thank you!" You happily go through the motions the rest of the day, completing your homework and even cleaning your room without complaint.
"Okay, be good and be respectful, I want you home no later than eleven, say hello to your host, should you have brought something like a food platter? I can go and-" You hold up a hoof and she slowly trails off.
"Mom, I'll be fine. I'm a good kid, aren't I?" She smiles and nods, her eyes a little damp. You give her a hug, and then set off for the party at a walk that soon turns into an all out gallop as you gleefully head towards the glittering house party that glows in the distance.
You reach Sweet Apple Acres, and the place is jumping. All the apples are here, as are all of the Apples; Apple Tart is flirting with a hunky Pegasus in the corner, and Apple Scone is shyly watching Big Mac over her apple cider. You walk your way through the crowded house, delighted at the maturity of it all; invited to a party with all your grown-up cousins! As you head out to the barn, you hear cheering and the clinking of glasses against glasses, the sound of celebration and inebriation rolled into one.
Stepping inside, you see that the barn has dropped the n and is packed full of drunk ponies, all dancing and carrying on in grand fashion. Applejack whirls over to you from the dance floor, giving you a hug and walking you over to the stools lined in front of the bar; she chats your ear off for a few minutes about the success of the harvest this year, and keeps leaning in close to you. She has a drink or two in her judging from her breath, but she seems as happy as ever and quickly claims her seat next to you
“Pfew, sure is getting lively out there!” She laughs, and you nod your assent as you survey the milling crowd. The two of you talk for a bit more about happenings in Ponyville before Applejack gestures to the bartender, and he trots over briskly
"I’ll have an Applewhisky Sour, and he’ll have, uhh…”
Applejack smirks at you as you sip your juice, playfully teasing you about your choice and tousling your mane. Her hoof lingers between your ears, and you dreamily crane your neck back against her before she pulls away with a small giggling hiccup. ”Hey cousin, I feel like dancing. Care to join me?”
You down your juice, slamming your cup on the counter and giving your cousin a grin as she limbers up with one last cider. ”Sure Applejack, let’s dance!”
The two of you move out onto the floor, and easily you pick back up on years of past reunions and routines with your cousins.You gingerly step in time with her, a little self-conscious of your footwork but still having fun as the crowd swells, ebbing and flowing in time with the music. Applejack easily cuts through the throngs of dancing ponies, dancing and whooping with joy as her eyes sparkle in the lantern light. She moves in close and the two of you lock forelegs, twirling right then left before you use her momentum to slide her across the dance floor with graceful ease. The look in AJ's eyes is blindingly fierce, a look of certain victory and gritty determination. Applejack backs up for the big finish, and you know just what she has in mind. She charges towards you at a full gallop, and you tense your body in preparation until finally the moment is right.
You leap as Applejack drops onto her knees, preforming a graceful slide beneath you and eliciting gasps and cheers as the final chord of the song is struck. Applause breaks out, and you and Applejack take a knee; Applejack giving you a kiss on the cheek that catches your breath in your throat and makes you blush from your nose to eartips.
You’re both walking your way out of the barn when Applejack nudges you gently to get your attention. ”Care to come on up to the house and spend some time with just your cousin for a bit? Have to say, you really took well to the party scene.”
Applejack nudges you playfully, and you shrug in return as a pewter mug full of frothy golden liquid lands before you, a wink from the barkeep confirming the blind-eye policy the Apples have in place. You take a sip of your cider and find it more bitter than you expected, and after a moment's thought you decide just to chug it down and get it over with. Tipping the mug back, you start to glug noisily, attracting more than a few looks from the bar and a sly smile from Applejack. Applejack suddenly orders another round and starts matching you, drinking her applewhiskey sours down as fast as you take in your lager.
Before you know what has happened you realize that Applejack has ordered yet another round, and you may have just gotten yourself into a drinking match with the strongest drinkering pone in town.
A bell dings off in the distance and Applejack gives you a wry grin. ”Well alright now, since you’re only a little feller I just want you to go until you’ve had enough.”
She’s pretty sure you’re going to lose. But you know that your dad was the strongest drinkering pony to come out of Appleoosa; there’s a reason his picture hangs in the bar. (Besides the bar fighting.) You let your mind go blank as you grip your cider and gulp it down, keeping your eyes steadily locked on Applejack’s. Her eyes widen slightly, but the fire of an imminent win still burns bright in her, and the confidant smirk on her face only serves to show her underestimation. You match her drink for drink, both of you getting a little clumsier as things progress.
(4)
You take a deep breath, liquid sloshing around in your belly, and slowly start in on the fifth pint; Applejack is swaying gently, her fifth Applewhiskey tenderly sipped at before she downs it completely.
(7)
You knock over the bowl of peanuts as you set down what you believe to be your seventh glass; counting has become more difficult. Applejack is laughing uproariously and pulling you close to her side by now, calling you her “Dern-drinkingest pro-toe-shay.” The scent of hard liquor and applewood and mare sweat floods your nose, and your system kicks in a load of testosterone and adrenaline just when you need it most.
You grab drinks eight and nine and down them both systematically before raising your hooves above your head as the crowd cheers. Applejack looks at you with somewhat unfocused, yet determined eyes and chugs down her eighth applewhiskey with grim determination that almost hurts to watch.
She grasps her ninth and stares into it, seemingly looking for strength to carry on within its depths. And she stares, and stares... And suddenly, she slumps forward onto the counter, a low and smushed groan coming from the bar.
”She’s out like a dry lantern!”
The place erupts and lifts you up, carrying you on a drunken victory lap around the bar; the world swirls around you, and elation surges through your veins at how tonight has turned out. Deposited once more on the ground, you see Applejack drunkenly harassing Apple Cream and rush over to grab your cousin and try to save face.
”Um, sorry Apple Cream, Applejack is just- *hic just- *hic* is not herself right now.”
Applejack whirls around and tackles you into a heap. ”You little cheatin’ no-good rascal! Where in the hay did you learn to put ‘em away like that?”
You start to tell her about your dad, but she quickly interjects with her own interruption.
”Look, I'm going to think that I’m going to go for a break up in the house." She frowns for a minute, but then seems satisfied she got that out correctly. "So, do ya care to join me?”
”I’ll have the same as.” You say to the barkeep, and his eyes flutter a little as he holds in a guffaw. Applejack has no such compunctions, and lets out a bray of laughter that causes you to blush with embarrassment.
"Aw, I'm sorry cuz." Applejack puts her leg around you again, and your neck tingles with the contact. "It's not that I don't believe you can drink it, but it might be a bit much for your... unicornish tastes."
Ooooooh, them's fightin' words. You tell her as such, fixing your gaze on the approaching barkeep as Applejack continues to try to dissuade you. You get your drink, and, feeling Applejack’s eyes upon you, take a big gulp of it before you can second-guess yourself.
"Mmm, this is great!" It’s cool and sweet, with a slow burn on the finish that tastes faintly of roasted apples.You continue to sip your drink and turn to converse with the orange mare, who is completely incredulous by this point.
"Well I'll be! We may have another champion drinker in the family after all. A round on the house for my whisky-sippin cousin!"
The bar resounds with loud cheering at AJ's proclamation, and suddenly you have a wave of affectionate hooves clapping your back and tousling your mane as the dancing and jubilation intensify.
"Alright, alright, give the colt some room to breath." Applejack shoos the admiring crowd away to your slight displeasure, but as both of you loosen up you begin leaning in close, laughing and hugging as you recount bygone reunions. Just now getting to the time Apple Tart got caught with the barber, Applejack places a hoof on your lips to shush you mid-story.”Hey cuz, I was just- would you like to dance with *hic* me?
You don’t even think, you just say yes.
”Sure, I love to dance!”
A little loose from the applewhiskey, you hit the floor with ease and begin dancing in time with Applejack; the two of you immediately go into a well-rehearsed jig as a circle forms around the two of you. You're keeping in step, feeling a little floaty but doing everything you can to keep it perfect. The tempo shifts, and suddenly AJ draws you near, her face mere inches from yours. She’s gone, lost in the music and having the time of her life as she gently hip-checks your flank before giving you a vicious grin that speaks volumes. You narrow your eyes and match her bit for bit, the both of you turning away and leaping upwards, kicking your back legs together with a thunderclap sound that fits perfectly in time with the music. She pivots away, reappearing some 5 yards in front of you before charging directly at you.
Your mind reels with past routines and dances, unsure of how to finish as the song nears its climactic conclusion and AJ prepares to drop low when in that brief instant of eureka you remember what to do.
You piston all four of your legs harder at that instant than you thought possible, your horn lighting up with a concussive wave as you propel yourself over the gracefully sliding orange mare; four little craters left in the floor of the barn.
All is quiet as the song trails off, and then suddenly the two of you are completely mobbed, hoisted aloft and carried around the barn as the cheers and applause caused the very framework to shake. After what feels like an hour of congratulations and admiration, a progressively more red-faced Applejack draws you aside.
"Ahm thinkin' it's about time you and me got away from the fans for a little bit." She nudges you gently, your coat feeling somehow burning hot where she touched you. "I'll have to make you a nightcap, least I could do for my number one dancing partner cum wizard."
Inside Applejack’s house the air feels warmer and wetter, whispered nothings and giggles reverberating through the walls, cuddling happening right there on the couch; you’re drunk for the first time in your life, and the sheer magnitude of how great this day is still has you rather dumbfounded. You lean against Applejack to steady yourself, forgetting that she’s just as drunk as you are as you both start to sway and skitter.
”Hold steady here partner, we’re just gonna get up these here stairs and then we’ll figure out what to do next." You and Applejack help each other up the stairs, necks swaying and bumping against each other as you navigate your way; the scent of her mane is almost more intoxicating than the alcohol, rich and earthy and deeply feminine. As you reach the top, Applejack nips at your mane affectionately.
”Shoot, I’ve never seen a unicorn who can handle drinking like that before! You should see Twi some time, she can’t even handle a sip without getting tipsy. Probably something to do with that big brain of hers. What were we doing?” Looking around for a minute, she totters off towards the nearest door frame, and you follow with equal difficulty.
The door slowly closes behind you, and you take a second to get your bearings. A changing curtain off to your left is illuminated by the moonlight, and you see Applejack’s silhouette as she takes off her hat and removes the tie from her tail, the end puffing out a little as she gives her rump a shake. You quickly shift your gaze elsewhere, looking at the bed, (perfectly made) the dresser, (for all her hats?) the bathroom, (a mini-cart harness on the floor) anywhere but at the shapely shadow of the mare behind the curtain. Stepping out from behind the screen, Applejack sways a little before rubbing her flank against yours.
”You’re a cute young colt," she says, making you blush yet again. "But you need to be a little more as-assertive about whatcha want! Don’t think I haven’t noticed you looking at me before. Shoot, you dropped that wrench under the cart about ten times when we were fixing it.” She takes a moment to affectionately nibble at your sensitive ears, her lips grazing your horn and making your knees buckle a little.
”To tell the truth, I didn’t really mind. Come on cuz, let’s put this to bed.” You can only nod your compliance as she ushers you over to the bed, putting a hoof on your chest and making your rear back into an upright sitting position on the bed. Applejack doesn’t waste any time, taking a long lick from your balls the whole way up to the tip and inducing a long groan as she takes the tip into her mouth, teasing the flared head with her tongue before pulling it out with a soft pop. She sucks and nibbles softly under your shaft, moving down to playfully suckle and nose at your testicles; your masculine scent floods her nose, kicking her heart into overdrive as she plants a loving kiss across your base.
She moves back to the tip and takes your shaft into her mouth, her tongue wiggling and almost constricting your cock as she gazes up at you lustfully. Pulling away, Applejack turns around and presents herself to you, her tail flagging wide and exposing a dripping set of pink lips and tight little pucker.She gives her butt a shake, her tail trailing over your sensitive rod. ”Come on then, rut me like a filthy filly.”
You’re so glad you came to this party.
Mounting her with only a little difficulty, you feel her lips part with ease as you push inward, a long groan coming from underneath you. Her soft coat rubs against your belly as your thrust into her, hilting yourself before pulling out to the tip and slamming home again.
”Ah!” With each thrust Applejack voices her pleasure to you, her hips grinding against you and almost sending you back against the bed. You feel forceful and powerful, claiming the mare beneath you as yours by more than by blood, but by conquest; you snort and rear back, speeding up your pace as her wet walls milk your cock. She winks around you, her powerful muscles gripping and almost pulling you back in as she pants and grunts; her clit rubs and bumps against your shaft (and causing her to emit the most un-AJ like squeals) with every contraction, endlessly milking your cock with every thrust.
You grind against her, gripping her mane in your teeth now as your stallion instincts take most of the control. Applejack whinnies with pleasure as her orgasm hits, a gentle gush of warm juices dripping down onto the floor as her cunt winks greedily around your rod. You take advantage of the moment, bending her lower and fucking her with single minded-intensity.
”Oh g-golly!” Applejack rocks forward as you slam into her hard and fast, nearing your orgasm; knowing you can’t hold out much longer, Applejack suddenly straightens up to throw you off balance and backs you onto the bed, forcing you back into a sitting position.
Positioning herself on shaky legs, she lowers herself onto your cock in short bounces, her round and muscular ass jiggling pertly with each impact. She flicks her tail across your belly and chest, glancing red-faced and grinning over her shoulder as it becomes your turn to give up control. She moves a little faster and then grinds up and down as slowly as she can, making you feebly thrust upwards in protest; But all you get for your resistance is cool air as she stands just out of reach; her glistening wet lips just barely touching the head of your throbbing, heavy cock.
Applejack scoots her hips back and forth, her tail caressing your cheek. ”Nuh-uh partner, I’m going with you!”
You try to piece what that means together in your sex fogged mind when she starts ferociously fucking you, her toned buttocks bouncing up and down as she works your stallion cock for all it’s worth. Applejack throws her head back, biting her lip as she climaxes again and simply falls back against you, spent. You cum in a shuddering roar, every part of your body tingling with pleasure as spurt after spurt of hot gooey cum pours into her. You hold her close to your chest as you finally slip loose, a generous gush of cum spilling out and into her tail.
Collapsing together onto the bed, Applejack rolls over to face you. ”You sure know how to please a pony! Tarnation…”
You lean in and give her a soft kiss, and she kisses back as you each drift to sleep on her bed.
You enter the house, and immediately your heart beats faster, your senses heighten; the thick scent of musky sex fills your nostrils, the humid air cut only by soft giggles and moans reverberating through the walls. Realizing that Applejack is on the move, you softly trot your way over to the stairs and fall into line behind her, stepping over the prone form of a purple pony to follow behind AJ.
And behind indeed. Her tail swishes before you, her firm buttocks swaying with each step upward; the smell of sweet apple pie mixes with the odor of sweat and rutting in the air, each breath like a solid cardiac needle of adrenaline to your whole body; well, most of your body. She makes it to the top stair and gives you a sly glance before disappearing around a door a little ways down the hall, making a "come here" motion with that beautiful straw-colored tail of hers.
You're all set to approach the door when you feel something soft hit your knee, and everything grinds to a slow halt.
'Oh Celestia please no, not now, this is weird, isn't it? it is, isn't it? It's weird. Oh please no boner, please just go away.' You nervously shift from foot to foot out in the hall, trying to think of non-sexual things like that feeling when you stub a hoof or Snips.
Suddenly Applejack peeks her head out from around the corner and sees you there, jiggling from foot to foot, erection dangling down between your legs. ”Uh, what are you doing there partner?”
You balk, your mouth opening and shutting a few times before you just say “Oops.”
She bites her lip, eyes still fixated on your frustratingly durable erection. “Just get in here!”
Your dick slaps against your belly as you trot over, and you mutter apologies as you head inside to what will in all likelihood be a scolding.
~~
You enter and Applejack quickly takes off her hat, hanging it on the doorknob in the hallway before pulling you inside.
You’re now in Applejack’s bathroom, and you quickly try to absorb everything: A tub of hoof lotion sits by the sink where a washcloth hangs over the edge, and the soft carpet underfoot is quite plush which is a little unexpected. Suddenly you hear a soft hiss, and a light squeal; you’re fairly certain it’s not Applejack however. You turn to see Applejack shaking out a wet mane, the shower freshly started.
”Hey Cuz, I was lookin' at an old photo album the other day and, uh... D'you remember when we were little, and after that family reunion we both took a tub together?” You just nod at her, your brain thinking it knows what’s up, but hesitant to put all the pieces together.
”I was thinking maybe we could do that again- you know, for old time’s sake.”
~~
You’re in the shower with your cousin; that’s okay right? Ponies shower together to save water probably all the time, and it’s not like there’s anything that’s changed now. This is good. You take care to soap up AJ's mane for her, using your magic to softly massage it all in before watching her rinse herself clean again under the spray. Applejack returns the favor, using her hooves to lather you up in big swirling motions that hit perfectly on your tender muscles. You step forward into the stream of water and close your eyes, breathing in the air and feeling so wonderfully alive. You're still rinsing clean when suddenly you feel a hoof run along the underside of your still hard erection, forcing out a surprised gasp. Applejack's body consumes you in her grasp, her foreleg still stroking away at your crotch while her chest slides slickly against your back.
"I-I know that you’ve been interested in me. Shoot, no pony drops a wrench that many times; specially not one with your whiz-kid magic.” She looks at you, her mane and pelt dripping wet as she brings her face closer to yours. ”Hmm, but you’re quite the gentlecolt.. And after all, we’re only cousins…”
She cranes her neck in towards you, and in an instant you know what is right, and what you have to do
You lean in and kiss Applejack, her velvety soft lips suddenly and aggressively pressing back against yours. She tastes like cinnamon-sugar and apple pie, her breath even sweeter than the most perfect Honey Crisp. Water drips from your lips as you pull back, Applejack looking at you with passionate eyes and already breathing a bit harder in the steamy confines of the shower. You lean forward and nuzzle your cheek against hers, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she buries her snout in your damp mane beofre pulling away again. Before you can protest, she stops.
Applejack looks over her shoulder and wraps her wet tail around one leg with a deft flick of her leg before presenting her winking mareslit and cute little button to you, your brain cutting out as you instinctively lick at her winking lips, a thin trail of sticky juices dotting her legs. You position yourself on top of her, your already flaring head rubbing up and down her lips before she takes a tiny step forward. You somehow don't scream in surprise or frustration.
Applejack shakes her mane gently, flicking some water from her ears. ”Hang on just a sec there partner. I can’t be having fillies now, can I?”
Oh. Ohhhhhh. OH.
~~
Reaching outside the shower, Applejack suddenly tosses a tube back at you with her teeth. You grasp it in a magical field, and can't help but smirk a little as you read the label.”Mr. Puft’s Marvelous Marshmallow Flank Lotion?”
Applejack blushes furiously and shifts from foot to foot, her face scrunching a little."T-that ain’t mine though, it was a gift, I hardly ever use- Sweet Celestia that’s cold!"
You place the tube right at her rear and give it a tiny squeeze, the cool lubricant making her shiver even under the heat of the shower. You quickly squeeze a big stripe of lotion along your shaft and messily spread it with your magic before carelessly flinging the tube out of the shower and mounting her at last.
The resistance lasts for only a moment as your flared cock-head slowly slinks it's way into AJ's tight ass, a long moan escaping from her lips as you take her up to the hilt. You both take a moment to pause, Applejack adjusting to the feeling of your fledgling cock stretching her insides while you try not to just cum immediately.
Slowly pulling back, her tight walls cling and drag against your shaft, making you snort and nicker with a mix of worry and ecstasy. Applejack arches her back, moaning loudly as you hilt her for the second time, the third, the forth... Applejack starts pushing her hips back to meet yours, trying her best to stay composed and in control; you switch up, and as you thrust you start grinding your hips in tiny circles, forcing another moan from her reluctant lips.
"Hmm, how long do you reckon you can--ahn yes!--K-keep this up?" She says, water dripping from her mane as you grip her back. Her warm flank against your legs, her sweet and passionate moans, the feeling of her clenching muscles gripping your dick and almost sucking you back in, it’s all just too much to bear as the two of you give in completely, all the barriers broken down.
You bray out wildly, slamming your length into her again and again as she joins you in the cacophony, bucking back against you with her powerful hips.The whole house can probably hear the two of you, but you don’t care anymore; Applejack cranes her head back to you and you kiss her, your insides burning for release as you finally near your peak. Applejack’s voice suddenly becomes strained, her breaths deep and ragged as she comes; her cute pucker flexing and milking you just as you go over the edge. Plowing her hard and fast, you grip her mane in your teeth as you join her in orgasmic bliss, hot strings of jizz filling her up as you both catch your breath.
After a good minute has passed you dismount, the flared tip of your cock coming loose with a pop and a small gush of your seed. You both get out of the shower on rather shaky legs, and Applejack leans on you for balance as you magically towel yourself off.
”Shoot cuz, you’re gonna make some mare very happy someday.” Her gaze is sleepy, and soon the two of you find yourselves sprawled out on the floor. Applejack is the first to fall asleep; It may be wrong, but looking at her you can’t help but think that you wouldn’t mind making Applejack that very happy mare. She's beautiful.
You slowly drift to sleep, your tail unconsciously wrapping around Applejack's for that feeling of closeness.
Your head is pounding, and you can’t help but wonder what you did last night as you open a bleary eye- Oh right; your cousin
Applejack slowly stirs next to you, groaning as light from the windows streams across her eyes. ”Uh, well. Sure hope you won’t hold what happened last night against me partner, I… We both…” You wrap her up in a hug and ignore the strong urge to vomit from moving so quickly
”It’s fine Applejack, we’ve- well I’ve been wanting that for a long time now.” Applejack gives you a sweet smile before kissing your cheek, and stretches out comfortably before speaking.
”Shoot, you say that like I didn’t want it too. You've always been sweet to me, and I appreciate that. Now, let’s try and find that elixir Zecora gave me to stop my head from aching like this.” Applejack rolls out of bed with nary a whimper, which is more than you can say for yourself. You gingerly get out of bed, noting that the clock says it’s 10am.
On a Friday.
And your parents go to wake you at 7 for school.
"Fuck."
~~
If you wanna take your time getting home and just hope for the best then you should start Ignoring the Problem
If you wanna try to get gone and get into damage control then hit up The Winding Road
You snap awake when it’s still dark out; six o’clock judging from the dusky sky.
Your brain is exploding with about thirty thoughts a second, and twenty-nine of those are replays of what happened last night. The other one is that you have one hour to get home and in your room before your parents come to wake you at seven. Your jerky movements woke Applejack, and after she gives your ear a gentle nibble you tell her what’s up. She looks around the room for a second, and then jumps up off the bathroom floor where the two of you spent the night.
”I think I have an idea, come on!” You and Applejack burst out of the bathroom, the pile of ponies by the door indicating that you may have had a larger audience than you expected last night; on the plus side, Snips can't call you a liar with so many witnesses. You follow after AJ, and she stops to suddenly buck open the door to Big Mac’s room, where Mac is currently in bed with Junebug… And Carrot Top. With a roll of her eyes, Applejack kicks the bed and startles the ponies awake, Carrot and Junebug both hiding beneath the covers as if that changed anything.
”Come one Mac, we have a wagon to hitch!”
~~
You’re clinging on to the sides of the wagon as Big Macintosh gallops his way down the dirt road, Applejack happily spurring him on as she looks at your (almost terrifyingly quickly) approaching house
”Alright Cuz, this is it! Don’t panic, it only broke Apple Fritter’s leg the one time I did this!”
”WAIT, WHAT!?“
Applejack ties one end of a rope around your leg and knots the other into a lasso, twirling it overhead as you just start to pass your house
”NONONONONONONO-“
Applejack hurls the lasso around the tree by your window, expertly catching a branch as you drive right beneath it; your momentum lifts you clean off the cart, the rope taunt as you loop over the branch again and again before finally hanging still, right next to your window. You suppress the instinct to sob uncontrollably from fear and relief, and instead begin untying yourself as quietly as possible before climbing into bed and waiting for your wake up call. And waiting. And waiting.
Finally you get up and head downstairs, looking all around for your parents, but instead you only find a note; ‘Left early this morning for harvest and construction, set an alarm for you though! Much love.’ Somewhere upstairs an alarm clock bell goes off, and it sounds like victory today.
Well, you suppose there really is no use worrying about it now; your parents are gonna be pissed, and you’ll have make-up work with Cheerilee, but nothing world-ending.
Helping Applejack, you find the elixir and each down a swig; it works, although you did burp up an unnerving amount of blue steam. You walk out together, gingerly stepping over the bodies of a few unconscious ponies here and there before making it to the porch. Applejack gives you a wink and says that she hopes you’ll come to the next party, though “No harm in having one with just the two of us again.” You head down the stairs, but trip at the very bottom over two ponies, one of who stirs from the inky blackness of passed-out sleep.
”Hmm, whuzzat?” You look at the disheveled Purple pone before you, same one from last night, and everything clicks. ”M-Miss Cheerilee?!”
”Who’s askin’?” She focuses. “Oh! Erm, good morning! Wait, why aren’t you in class?”
”I could ask the same thing.”
You both stare each other down before nodding in an unspoken agreement; she won’t tell if you won’t. You trot on home, your heart growing heavier with each step as you approach the front door, pulling it open to fin that your parents are not even in sight.
”Mom? Dad? Look, I have a perfectly good explanation for all of this!” The house is completely quiet. There is a note on the table
‘Left early this morning for harvest and construction, set an alarm for you though! Much love.’
You allow yourself a smug smile as you set the note back down, but a few seconds later that smile falters at the sound of an plowcart stopped outside; which can only mean that your dad is home. Keeping it together, you run upstairs and grab the alarm clock,rewinding and replacing it before trotting into the bathroom and starting the shower. You hear your Dad enter the house and his approach up the stairs
”Baby, are you home early too? I could help wash you if you like…”
OH GOD NOPE NOPE NOPE SAY SOMETHING
”Dad, it’s me, I woke up sick this morning. I think it might be from dinner, my greens had some speckles on the roots.”
Things are awkwardly quiet as your dad walks in and grabs his harness chafing powder before making a quick exit. You continue to lay in the shower, soaking in cool water and letting what feels like weeks pass, reliving the first wild party of your life over and over again, and anticipating the next one.
You hurriedly explain the problem to Applejack, both of you wincing at the action of speaking/listening; Applejack nods and goes back to looking for the elixir, but not before playfully ruffling your mane.
"Just make sure you come to the next party, alright partner? Haven’t had a night like that in a long time.” She nips your butt on the way out, grinning deviously as you stumble your way pass the hordes of passed-out partygoers
You exit into the harsh sunlight of a pre-noon Ponyville, bleary eyed and reeking of alcohol and musk; doing your best not to throw up in the bushes, you keep on trotting for home. You can feel your heart growing heavier with each step as you approach, the taste of vomit still on your lips and everything about you pretty much a dead giveaway. There is nothing to be done, nothing that can be helped as you approach the house.
Gingerly, you open the door.
The house is empty.
"Mom? Dad? Look, I have a perfectly good explanation for all of this!” You call out into the hallways, the lack of an answer both puzzling and intriguing when your eye drops to a note on the table.
‘Left early this morning for harvest and construction, set an alarm for you though! Much love.’
'Hey, everything worked out!' Suddenly you hear the soft crunch of an applecart pulling up behind the house; Dad’s applecart.
'Hey, everything is ruined.' You slump to the floor; it’s been a long night, and you can’t go on anymore. Your dad walks in and sees you looking decidedly unwell, and for a moment looks concerned; Then, he takes a deep breath. There’s no way he won’t notice the smell of booze and vomit and sex, you’re done, over, finished, toast.
His response is to start bellowing with laughter
”Wh-what?” He sits down on the couch next to you, wiping a tear from his eye with one last chuckle. Your dad claps you on the back hard enough to make your stomach flip and you resist the urge to vomit with difficulty.
”Son, if I had a bit for every wild Apple family party I snuck off to as a kid I’d be Filthy Rich. It's how I met your mom actually; hell, it’s where you were conceived!” Ick. Your dad snaps back to reality, and gives you a smile and a nod. ”Anyway, get upstairs and shower, I’ll tell your mom you were sick this morning.”
You thank your dad profusely and go upstairs to the bathroom, where at last you can vomit freely.
~~
In the shower, you turn the past 24 hours over in your head, again and again, thinking about Applejack and parties and… ’…it’s where you were conceived!’
Oh. Oh god.
You feel like the shower is spinning; well, spinning even more then it was. Thoughts of your night with Applejack play out again and again, always ending with Applejack getting filled up with a nice dose of baby batter.
Now you can only hope that Zecora has an Elixir for that too.
